Ring Of Bone…

We dont care how crazy that man is, we want exact transmission of that crazed Mind. We are crazed ourselves. It would help to know we are not alone. We are delighted by the calmness of this other one. We are sent to the woods to see, really see, what wed so often looked at and never noticed at all, by that other Mind. We need to know exactly what it must be like to be an ambassador, a killer, a hulking fool. – Lew Welch

Crazy Days, crazy nights. Lots of insomnia, and tossing about. I have lots to say, but I will hold off on the conversation at this bit and toss this entry to the wind. I have been on a tear of late, and Lew has been the perfect companion. Most of the poetry in this and other entries are from the Poetry Post out front of Caer Llwydd. It seems it is getting quite a following. It is nice to know….

Bright Love,

Gwyllm

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On The Menu:

The Linkage…

THE BASIC CON

Komuso Zen Priest Playing Shakuhachi

Lew Welch Quotes

From The Poetry Post: Excerpts From The Dao Te Ching (what’s been posted lately)

“Step out onto the Planet. Draw a circle a hundred feet round. Inside the circle are 300 things nobody understands, and , maybe, nobodys ever really seen. How many can you find?”

“Looking for enlightenment is like looking for a flashlight when all you need the flashlight for is to find the flashlight.”

“You can’t fix it. You can’t make it go away. I don’t know what you’re going to do about it, but I know what I’m going to do about it. I’m just going to walk away from it. Maybe a small part of it will die if I’m not around feeding it anymore.”

“trails go nowhere. they end exactly where you stop.”

“The True Rebel never advertises it. He prefers his joy to Missionary Work”.

“Since the business of living has so many barbs in it, and since so many of our friends are liars or fools or inarticulate or emotionally blunt or are sucking on us for what they imagine we can give though we cant, it is pure joy to read the poems of the truth-sayers, the simple singers, the masters of prayer and devotion, and the crazed, wise, babblers of Ecstasy, the High-Mind Singers to no end.”